Harper
The memory froze on her face like someone hit pause, and something detonated in my chest that had nothing to do with my brain.
It wasn't a thought. Thoughts come with words. This came from somewhere older, somewhere down in the marrow, a recognition that skipped past everything I knew. My hand was already moving. Reaching for her face. For proof.
Then the alarm went off behind my eyes.
Thirty minutes. The stabilizer's hard stop, shrieking through my skull like a smoke detector with a grudge.
"Time," Vane said. Low. Absolute. "We go. Now."
"Wait, I just need to touch her, I just need to see if—"
"Harper." His arm locked across me and hauled me back, and the black ocean was already cracking apart around us, her face dissolving into the dark like a reflection someone dropped a r
